Apparently, thinking about making a blog post and actually making a blog post are two completely different things. I had written out a couple in my head over the last couple of days about packing, being sick, and breaking my toe AGAIN. I am mostly packed, no longer sick, and am just going to let my toe heal itself.
Today was hard. I said goodby to some of the most important people in my life, my voice teacher, one of my best friends, and the Batchelor kiddos. Even though I know that I am coming back, it's still hard to realize that I'm leaving these people. I caught myself thinking today that I have to remember to go to work tomorrow. Somehow, it's just now hitting me that in the morning I have to get up and leave this place that I grew up in- all I've ever really known- and move halfway across the globe to live with people I don't really know. This is what a God wants me to do, but somehow it is just now starting to feel real. I've been planning this for months, but it still sort of seems like one of those things I plan out in my head that never actually is accomplished, like my blog posts. Saying goodby today sort of hit me over the head with the fact that I'm leaving tomorrow to live in another country. In a weird way, it sort of got me excited. I can't wait to get there and meet everyone, especially the kids. I'll get to visit Angor Wat- the temple I've been waiting to see. From the pictures I've seen, it's spectacular. I can't wait to arrive, even if it does mean leaving the people I love.
